ONE ON ONE || D.SWING

44. Blows.

Elijah.

6:16pm

My eyes gaze up at the gray sky just as the sun disappears. I move the curtain to the left and see wet spots appear on the window. Snowflakes land on the ground and I internally groaned.

"Damn, I guess we will have to stay. Shit, I hope not." I whisper to myself referring to Katrina and I.

The plan was if it snowed too bad, we would stay here at my dads'.

I don't look forward to being around my dad for too long. He trips over little shit and his smart comments causes us to argue.

Closing the curtain I make my way to where Katrina is, I left her in the kitchen with Zena. They seem to like each other.

I sip on my apple juice from my solo cup, just as I cut the corner I'm faced with my uncle Jimmy holding his own red cup.

"Whats goin' on Elijah, how ya living?" he greets with a wide grin on his lips, he daps me up.

"I'm cool uncle J. I've be doing this DJ'ing thing and I'm gonna be serious with it. I'm thinking about being a producer ya know." I nod my head as I notice his slightly red eyes and unstable balance, he's drunk.

I chuckle as he struggles to stay leaning on the wall. "Really? Your pops told me you were g-going to play baseball at a university. Who's lying to me?" the strong whiff of Cognac coming from his mouth almost made me forget what he said.

I step back then say, "Your brother. He wants me to keep playing baseball but I'm not with that. Music is more of my thing." I reply then sip on my drink.

I'm sick of my dad having this idea that I'm going to do what he wants. I might have to knock him upside the head a few times for him to understand that I'm going to do what I want, and he'll have to accept that.

"Whatever you do just make sure you're happy doing it." he puts his hand on my shoulder and steps to me. "Ain't nothin' sadder than a man doing something he hates."

"You're right. I'll rap to you latter unc, I gotta catch up with my girl."

He points his finger towards the kitchen, "That girl in there with the short hair is your lady?" he speaks in a somewhat stunned toned

My eyebrow raises, "Yeah. Why you sayin' it like that?"

"No reason. I see you nephew." he grins before dapping me up once more.

I could only chuckle as he looks at me with low eyes, "Remember when I said nothin' sadder than a man doin' sum he hates?"

"Yeah."

"I lied, a man with a empty drink is truly sad. Somebody pour me up!" he yells before stumbling away to the drink table.

I could only shake my head, I finally made it to my destination and spotted her sitting at the island alone.

Coming up behind her, I put my cup down and cover her eyes with my hands. "Guess who."

"Hmm. LL Cool J."

I blankly stare down at her, "No."

She shrugs, "The Pope?"

"The hell." my hands drop from her face, I pull the stool back and sit beside her. "Stop playing. You know its me."

Katrina's eyes open and look at me, her small grin drops and blandly mutters. "Oh, it's you. I forgot who I was here with." that smile of hers rises her face then she shoves my chest.

"Thats for ditching me. You were gone for thirty minutes doing who knows what." she slightly tilts her head and her straight hair brushes across her face.